He is sitting at his desk reading away.
I want so much to speak to him,
But I can't find the right words to say.
So I quietly stare,
And every time he looks up at me
I nervously hide my face with my long hair.
Suddenly, I drop my pencil.
He leans down to pick it up.
He says,"I think this belongs to you."
Then, I nod my head and smile at my luck.
